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  BEST

  BONDAGE EROTICA

  OF THE YEAR

  VOLUME ONE

  BEST

  BONDAGE EROTICA

  OF THE YEAR

  VOLUME ONE

  Edited by

  RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL

  Copyright © 2020 by Rachel Kramer Bussel.

  All rights reserved. Except for brief passages quoted in newspaper, magazine, radio, television or online reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Publisher.

  Published in the United States by Cleis Press, an imprint of Start Midnight, LLC, 221 River Street, Ninth Floor, Hoboken, NJ 07030.

  Printed in the United States.

  Cover Design: Allyson Fields

  Cover Photo: Adobe Stock

  Text design: Frank Wiedemann

  First Edition.

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  Trade ISBN: 978-1-62778-291-3

  e-Book ISBN: 978-1-62778-504-4

  CONTENTS

  Introduction: The Bliss of Bondage

  Chained • RIA RESTREPO

  Impropriety • WINTER BLAIR

  Over Under • KENDEL DAVI

  Protocol • ANGORA SHADE

  Beach Blanket Ballet • RICHARD BACULA

  Kneel • KATE ALLURE

  Pretty Tied Up • ZAK JANE KEIR

  The Deepest Part of the Forest • DEBORAH CASTELLANO

  Connection • LAZULI JONES

  BYOB • ELIZABETH COLDWELL

  Contrary • KIM KUZURI

  Freefall • VALERIE ALEXANDER

  Delicate Matters • LEANDRA VANE

  Boundless • SAMMY REI SCHWARZ

  Stronghold • LEIF OFTEN

  Necessary Roughness • RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL

  Safe Sex • VIOLET R. JONES

  Hold on Harder • DENA HANKINS

  Student Seat • SOMMER MARSDEN

  The Beguiling of Merlin: An Erotic Fantasia • TIFFANY REISZ

  About the Authors

  About the Editor

  INTRODUCTION: THE BLISS OF BONDAGE

  When I was asked to edit Best Bondage Erotica of the Year, Volume 1, the kickoff to this new annual series, I knew I wanted to explore as many types of bondage as possible, along with as wide a range of bondage participants as I could get. The sexy stories you’re about to read will take you on a very kinky journey featuring the bondage pairings of your dreams, and likely many that will dazzle and surprise you.

  Some of these twenty very adult stories center around creative bondage materials, the kinds of kinky implements you’d likely find in your home or office, but not necessarily in a sex shop, like chains.

  Sometimes bondage happens at home, in bed or otherwise, and sometimes it happens at the beach, or even in the confines of a space station of the future. We also travel back into the past for some historical sex-toy play in Winter Blair’s “Impropriety.”

  There’s plenty of voyeurism and exhibitionism in the bondage you’ll read about here, as exemplified in “Pretty Tied Up” by Zak Jane Keir, in which KK, under the explicit direction of Judy’s watchful eye over their computer screens, ties themself up to her specifications.

  Nature also plays a role, with Tiffany Reisz’s masterful “The Beguiling of Merlin,” in which Mona and Malcolm play out his Lady of the Lake fantasy, with arousing results.

  In addition to bondage, sometimes there’s also spanking or sex toys or dirty talk or role-play; sometimes the thrill is physical, sometimes mental or emotional, sometimes all of the above.

  Whether you have experience with bondage, are curious about just how many ways you can restrain someone or why you’d want to, or are just looking for a sexy read to get (or keep) you in the mood, this book will have you eager to find out how wild, outrageous, and intense these scenes can get.

  You’ll read about bondage featuring two people, three, and even four, because sometimes when it comes to kink, the more, the merrier. Bondage happens in all kinds of pairings, for all kinds of reasons. What they all have in common, whether the story is told from the point of view of the person being restrained or doing the restraining, is a clear desire for the thrill of this beloved kinky act.

  As Ria Restrepo writes in “Chained,” the opening story, “Air whooshed out of my lungs at the feel of the heavy chain anchoring me. Pausing for a moment, I just basked in the comforting sensation suffusing me. It wasn’t what I expected and I didn’t understand it, but I knew I wanted more.” I hope you’ll feel that same anticipation as you explore all the sexy, dirty, and totally hot ways these characters find to explore their kinks.

  Rachel Kramer Bussel

  Atlantic City, New Jersey

  CHAINED

  Ria Restrepo

  Working part-time in a hardware store gave me a lot of time to think—maybe too much. Sure, I had work to do and customers to help, but while stocking various DIY items, my mind tended to wander. And it usually took a stroll down some very strange, perverted paths—probably overcompensating for my repressed Catholic-schoolgirl upbringing. As a psychology major and lapsed Catholic, I logically knew there was nothing wrong with these desires as long as they were expressed safely. But the shame and guilt lingered. Still, I longed to explore all the things I was told were sinful.

  Once again, I found myself in the aisle with chains of every shape and size. Just about everything in the store held some erotic potential in my filthy mind. But I frequently loitered in front of the chains. I wasn’t exactly sure what captured my fascination: the idea of being restrained and held captive, or imagining the cold, heavy links pressed into my flesh, gliding across my skin, my nipples, between my legs . . .

  Damn, I’m getting horny in Aisle 10.

  I pictured my Colombian abuelita looking down reproachfully from heaven, making the sign of the cross, and muttering, “En el nombre del Padre, del Hijo, y del Espíritu Santo.” That would be the same grandmother who kept a bust of Jesus on her dresser and scrubbed its ears with a toothbrush whenever her prayers weren’t answered. She was quite the disciplinarian.

  My gaze focused on the lower shelf where precut lengths of chain were kept. Some had been returned by customers. Others were remnants after the rest of a large roll had been sold. I’d been eyeing a twenty-foot length of zinc-plated chain, but I knew I shouldn’t buy it. Even with my employee discount, it was a needless expense. I was barely putting myself through college with this part-time job, loans, and a few scholarships.

  Unable to resist the temptation, I bent down and picked up a length of the chain. The links were solid, smooth, and substantial. They were coated in some kind of machine oil that left black smudges on my fingers. I’d have to clean it first—if I were to explore its kinky possibilities. Closing my eyes, I visualized how I’d wrap it around my body to best effect. I could almost feel it against my skin, binding me . . .

  My buzzing cell phone snapped me out of my erotic daydream. I quickly pulled it out of my back pocket and saw it was a text from my boyfriend.

  Goin out w d guys 2nite.

  Great—I was all hot and bothered and Brian wouldn’t be around to fuck me. It might not have eliminated my deviant urges, but it would’ve taken the edge off for a while. He was probably going to spend the evening slobbering over the waitresses at Hooters with his buddies. Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I mentally cursed him. Pendejo!

  Looking down at the chain still in my hand, I reconsidered my tight budget. Eating nothing but ramen noodles for a couple weeks wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Brian would complain after a co
uple days, but it served him right. Why did I always have to be the responsible one?

  “You spend a lot of time in this aisle, Ariana.”

  Gasping, I dropped the chain and spun around to face my boss. “Sorry, Mr. Alvarez.”

  His bushy salt-and-pepper eyebrows pulled together. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

  “Oh . . . I . . . ah . . .”

  Think, Ariana, think!

  “My boyfriend,” I finally blurted out. “He has his own landscaping company and needs a chain to haul tree stumps and stuff.”

  That was almost true. He had needed a chain until he got an old, rusty one from his uncle.

  “I was thinking about getting it for him, using my discount.”

  Yeah, I felt bad about lying to the sweet old man, but no way could I tell him the truth.

  “Well, this should help you out.” He bent down and placed several twenty-percent off stickers on the buckets of chain, including the one I’d been lusting after.

  Chewing on my lower lip, I did the math in my head. If I was tempted before, I was even more so now.

  Mr. Alvarez looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “I’ll tell you what. If you help me out with inventory next weekend, I’ll give it to you—no cost.”

  Damn, that was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I had a paper due, but if I worked my ass off this week, I should be able to handle a weekend of doing inventory.

  “Thank you, Mr. Alvarez.” I beamed at him.

  He waved off my appreciation. “Just tell that boyfriend to make good use of it and work hard.”

  Actually, Brian did work hard. He spent every day toiling outside in the sweltering South Florida heat to put himself through business school a few credits at a time. I suddenly felt bad about my earlier uncharitable thoughts. He deserved a night out with the guys. It wasn’t his fault I was letting my dirty mind get me irrationally horny.

  To make up for slacking off in the chain aisle, I made a concerted effort to push my lascivious thoughts from my mind and worked extra hard, even doing some reorganizing in the stockroom.

  Later that night, I stood naked in the bedroom I shared with Brian, looking down at the pile of chain on an old beach towel. Fortunately, our apartment was on the ground floor, so I didn’t have to haul it upstairs, but washing it had been a bitch. I ended up taking the entire bucket with me into the shower.

  After liberally coating the chain with the tub of degreaser Brian kept under the sink for when he worked on his truck, I rinsed it off and dumped it out onto the towel. While it drip-dried, I took my own shower. The anticipation of making my prurient fantasies a reality had already made me slick, but I resisted the urge to rub my needy pussy. I wanted to save that for when I was chained.

  So there I was, staring at the chain, trying to decide the best way to chain myself. It would have been a lot easier if I had someone to help me. I briefly wondered if I should wait until Brian was around. The thought of him chaining me up and having his wicked way with me made my heart beat faster and my cunt clench with longing. But I just didn’t think he’d be into it.

  Over the year we’d been together, our sex life had been active and very satisfying, but Brian seemed a straightforward kind of guy. Regular sex and frequent blowjobs kept him happy. Lucky for him, I loved giving blowjobs. Hearing him groan and feeling him grip my hair harder as I took him deep in my mouth was almost as hot as him going down on me. And lucky for me, he ate my pussy with enthusiasm and a talented tongue.

  The kinkiest thing we’d ever done was the time he fucked my tits. He certainly got off on that as much as I did. However, I really didn’t think he’d understand this. I wasn’t sure I did. I couldn’t stand it if he looked at me like I was a twisted freak—even though I clearly was.

  No, better I do this alone.

  Finally, I thought I’d figured out a plan. I got the bottle of baby oil Brian kept in his night table drawer. He probably didn’t realize I knew he sometimes jerked off to porn when I wasn’t around, but I did. I was saving that revelation for some sexy surprise in the future. It made me smile thinking about his shocked expression when I’d catch him red-handed, so to speak, then eagerly join him.

  I drizzled some of the baby oil on the chain so it would glide over my skin easier and tossed the bottle onto the stripped-down bed. It took a few minutes to find one of the chain ends. When I did, I started measuring it out with my arm, forming another pile on the floor until I was at about the midpoint.

  Then I put it at the small of my back and circled my waist with it. Mr. Alvarez had generously included some spring links and I used one to secure the chain just below my belly button. Air whooshed out of my lungs at the feel of the heavy chain anchoring me. Pausing for a moment, I just basked in the comforting sensation suffusing me. It wasn’t what I expected and I didn’t understand it, but I knew I wanted more.

  Leaving one length of chain hanging down between my legs, I took the other end, wrapped it up my torso several times, and linked it just below my right breast. In a crisscross pattern, I bound the chain over my breasts and around my back. The links went over both nipples, which were harder than they’d ever been in my life. To keep it all in place, I secured the chain again below my other breast.

  I left the chain there for the moment and moved on to the length between my legs, its weight pushing into my bare mons. A few years ago, I discovered how much more sensitive my sex was completely hairless and never went back. Pressing the chain between my already drenched slit, I let my head fall back and moaned at the feeling of the links rubbing my tender clit. It was even better than I’d imagined.

  For a brief moment, I worked the links between my cunt lips, creating ripples of pleasure throughout my body. Before I could get carried away, I stopped. My breathing slowly calmed, my pleasure momentarily banked.

  Making sure there was enough slack in the chain so I’d be able to play with it later, I looped it around my upper left thigh using another spring link. Then I wrapped the chain down my leg like a kinky garland around a newel post. The euphoria overtaking me had gradually increased the more I chained myself until I didn’t think I’d be able to remain standing much longer.

  Getting on the bed, I stretched out my chained leg and connected the remaining chain to the bottom of the wrought-iron bed frame with a spring link. I lay back, taking several deep breaths, savoring being almost entirely confined. But I wasn’t done yet. I twisted the chain at my chest up my left arm, like I had my leg, and used the last spring link to attach it to one of the bars that made up the headboard.

  I was as chained as I could possibly make myself. There was enough play that I could easily free myself if I needed or wanted to. I really didn’t want to, though. Instinctively, I’d have thought being so restricted and vulnerable would have made me tense or panicked. The reality was completely the opposite.

  My body and mind were calmer than I could ever remember them being. I closed my eyes and just lay there. Everything fell away. All the tedious stuff that plagued my thoughts on a daily basis vanished. There was just the soothing balm of the chain surrounding me. My breathing slowed and deepened. My muscles practically melted into the bed.

  The only part of me that wasn’t calm was my aching sex. I could feel it throbbing with my heartbeat and my juices slowly slid down between my asscheeks. Grinding my free leg against my chained one only increased my need. The loose chain just teased my cunt lips, not providing enough friction to get me off.

  I’d purposely left my dominant hand free so I could touch myself the way I needed. Reaching up, I trailed my fingers down my chain-covered arm to my breast. I cupped and squeezed it, kneading the soft flesh with the chain. I worked the links over my hypersensitive nipple, even pinching it against the hard metal. The delicious pleasure-pain lit my synapses, setting every nerve on fire.

  Unable to ignore my hungry cunt another second, I slid my hand down between my legs and moved the links up and down my drenched slit. Moaning, I was lost in the p
leasure racking my body, my back arching against the restraints. Circling one of the links around and around my clit, I was so close to coming, so very close—

  The apartment door slammed and then I heard, “Hey, babe, I’m home.”

  Fuck!

  It was a small one-bedroom apartment, so it wouldn’t take him long to find me. Definitely not enough time to unchain myself and hide the evidence. Dreading the inevitable, I scrunched my eyes shut, held my breath, and froze.

  I tracked his long strides as he headed for the bedroom, his footsteps getting louder as he got closer. My heart was pounding in my chest by the time I heard him stop at the doorway and gasp. An eternity of silence followed.

  Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and released the breath I’d been holding. I hesitantly opened my eyes and looked up. Just like always, I was struck by how good-looking he was—all tall and well-muscled from his labor-intensive work, his longish brown hair sun-streaked from being outside so much. But right then, I was focused on the expression on his handsome face. His eyes were as wide as I’d ever seen them and his mouth hung open.

  “This isn’t what it looks like” was out of my mouth before I could stop the inane words.

  That snapped him out of his stupor. He shut his mouth and I watched as a slow, shit-eating grin spread across his face. “You mean, my hot girlfriend hasn’t chained herself to the bed and isn’t getting herself off?”

  It took me a moment to register his reaction. “You aren’t upset?”

  “Only if I don’t get to watch.”

  Relief and surprise washed over me. “You want to watch?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  My brain was so flooded with hormones, I was having trouble forming a coherent thought. It didn’t help matters when he stalked closer and started stripping off his clothes—T-shirt, shoes, socks . . . jeans. When he was down to his boxer briefs, I saw he was already fully erect. His hand moved over his length and cupped his balls, fondling himself through his shorts.